Chapter 6 Saviour

[Aster's POV]

None of the music in my car and on my radio could compare to the magnificence of the music she had played earlier. I closed my music and thought in silence as I drove towards Siemens Park, heading towards Domino City (which was really close by)

As I drove past the car park, I stopped instantly as I watched a girl struggling to free herself from a man's grip. She was smart, kicking the man in the groin. Unfortunately, the person's companion had wrestled her into a half nelson and attempted to force her into a dirty red car that had no nameplate.

As I drove towards them, I recognized the girl. It was Miss Nagoya, Casey.

Anger filled me as I slammed my foot on the accelerator, colliding and causing an enormous dent in the old car. Casey had frozen in shock as she stared at the wreckage; I pushed open the door and watched her hesitant movement. As soon as she shut the door, I accelerated away. She was in shock, rigid in her sear, frightened as she turned around.

"Are you alright?" I asked her, placing a warm hand on her shoulder, attempting to calm her down. She nodded her head slowly, still frightened and shocked. Her face was like an immobilized angel, paler than before. I stopped near a pathway, she was breathing in deeply, her eyes closed. I squeezed her shoulder.

"Thank you for saving me," she said, quietly. "If you weren't there...I would've been..." She stopped, not willing to finish what she started.

"You would've been hurt." I summed up for her. The thought of her being hurt by two drunken bastards was just...unbearable. My heart throbbed at the thought.

"Thank you," she said as she opened the car door. I instantly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into her seat.

"I'll drive you back home." I told her as she gave me a confused look.

"That really won't be necessary...," she stated, trying to leave. My grip tightened. "I insist."

She murmured her address reluctantly. I was glad she made no further objection. As I slowed down to stop in front of her house, I asked her "Can you promise me something?"

"That depends."

"Can you promise me to never walk past that park again?"

"I guess I can complete that," She replied as she stepped out of the car. "Thank you and good bye."

"And get some sleep, you look exhausted." I added. She smiled a sad smile and waved at me as I maneuvered out onto the road.

[F.F 11:00 p.m]

I opened the door of my room and stepped inside. I took off my jacket and was secretly glad that no duels commenced on weekends. I flung myself onto my king-sized bed and recapitulated on the long night.

What a night! I thought back to the incidents, drifting off to sleep, still thinking about her and wondering why she intrigued me so much.

[Casey's POV]

I waved, reluctant to see his silver Mercedez out of the car park and disappearing in the darkness.

Home. House. Residence. I sighed as I opened the front door quietly. Ryan, Regina and Ronald, my stepfather, stepsister and stepbrother (respectively) curled up on the couch at the living room, watching television on our 36-inch plasma.

Light was blaring from the room. My mother was out, as usual. Partying at the pub, coming back home drunk and exhausted. I walked silently upstairs, trying to avoid them from noticing me coming back from work.

My room was on the far side of the house upstairs. I had to walk past Ronald and Regina's room to get to my own, which was normally locked to prevent them from entering and stealing my limited possessions.

Ronald had recently joined the pro-league (mainly due to bribery by my stepfather, he had little skills in dueling). As I walked past his room, I saw his duel disk and deck scattered all over the ground. I felt sorry for his deck, felt angry at his ruthless treatment to his possessions and I felt useless.

There was nothing I could do. I kept on walking.

Regina, my stepsister was older than me despite the fact we are both seniors at the same grade. She was considered as one of the popular girls in school and had spread countless dirty rumors about her friends and teachers she detested.

As you can imagine, Regina was into fashion. Her room was fully of expensive clothes, accessories, make-up (lots and lots) and fashion magazines.

Like Ronald's, Regina's room was as messy and objects were as scattered as though it was a pigsty.

My room was the smallest out of all 6 bedrooms. Fortunately, it included my own washroom so I would not need to share with anyone. I locked the door once again as I stepped into the little room. I dug out my piggy bank, stuffing my tips into it while I was adding. I tried to be as quiet as I could while counting. As soon as I finished, I put my piggy bank back into the secret place in its original position.

An envelope in black, tied in red satin ribbon fell out of my bag. I decided to open it tomorrow. It was signed "P.S." on the back with an elegant script.

I assumed it was from Mr. Stevenson.

I took a quick shower and changed into my pyjamas.

As I lied down on my single bed, I thought about my father, wondering about his whereabouts, and how he used to mention about his best mate, Peter.

My thoughts started trailing to Aster. Aster Phoenix.

He had helped me achieve a lot today. He had helped me escape from those troublesome drunken men who attempted to kidnap me. I still remember how soft, how tender his eyes were when he asked me if I was all right, twice in a row. I owe him too much, but I did not know how to repay him and when!

His manners had startled me, the part where he kissed my hand heated up, so did my face.

I was exhausted, so I closed the lamp and closed my eyes as I lay down. pictured his handsome face, smiling at me as I drifted off to sleep.

to be continued.....

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